Loose Words
Words lodge in my teeth.
My dental hygienist
has actually extracted a few.
They hang like bats
from the roof of my mouth.
Their sub-sonic squeaks
jiggle my epiglottis
like a witch doctors rattle.
My optometrist
wears her glasses like lingerie
low on the bridge of her nose.
She fishes into my eyes.
Her searching
a shadow-dance on back of my skull.
Once her bright penlight
stumbled over a word
she had never heard before.
Immediately, my brain
put on thick rubber goggles,
I looked back at her
like a deep sea fish,
caught unawares.
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